“Reppock – sit down.”
Feich, my boss, tried to remain informal, sitting
on the edge of his desk with one hoofclaw dangling
casually, but he had shut the door to ensure privacy, and I sensed a sort of tension
in the way that he withdrew his neck slightly into his shell.
I sat on the stool and leaned forward, trying to extend my eyestalks
enough to show that I was paying attention, but not enough to display excessive
enthusiasm or, forbid it, aggression.
He fiddled around a bit until he found a small glass, somewhat clean,
and then he looked at me directly: “We’ve had a tip that a there’s a group
attempting contact.”
A leaned back and let loose a low, lean whistle. “A group of contactors!
How do that many nutcases find each other?”
Feich eyed me and poured himself a drink from his
drawer without offering me any.
We had had the lone wolves, of course, the kind that made the evening
broadcast. A case every year or
two. Only one of them had actually been
dangerous; the rest had spent less time on actually building a radio
transmitter capable of reaching across the ten-point-eight light years to Earth
and more time on their manifestos expounding why contact wasn’t really dangerous. All
but the one were being tenderly handled by mental specialists. A couple of them had
actually been released back into the public.
“Not nutcases,” Feich finally responded, “not
this time. This group’s got college
professors in it, brilliant minds.” He
thrust the file over to me and I began flipping through it. I could see why he was worried.
“This one’s never to be released to the public, understand? They can’t know how close someone came to
contacting Earth. They’ve all seen the
transmissions – the slaveries, the holocausts, the missing children...”
I hmmed, and continued perusing the file. “They’ve seen our own cinema, too. The thrillers have been all too popular the
past decade – and I don’t mean just the ones from Earth.”
“I’ve seen a few myself,” Feich said.
“Imagine the weapons that an aggressive species like humans could think
up if they only knew we existed, the invasion that would inevitably ensue. We’d end up like the natives of some tropical
island crushed beneath forces of the Imperial Japanese Navy. We never had violent films like that before
the discovery of the Earth signals.”
I thought about it. He was
right. There had been science fiction
for more than a century, but it had been benevolent, like our species. Even after Scalomi
invented the first radio and got the shock of hearing someone already talking
on it. We just didn’t know. It took a long time for it to sink in just
how violent the Earth inhabitants were.
“I don’t get it. What do they
hope to gain?”
Feich thrust his eyestalks forward and apart, an Elipson Eridani way of
shrugging. “I guess they just want to
talk. Maybe they think they might
actually do Earth some good, hobnob with the pacifist college professors over
there.”
I sneered. “Do-gooders – ready to
risk their world for their ivory tower ideals.”
I tossed the file onto his desk.
I had seen enough.
“Well – anyway: I want you to lead the capture. All of the people, all of
the equipment. We want to track
down any of their collaborators that might not be there tonight. Capture them alive if you can, but end it
tonight.”
I checked a pistol out of the vault, large caliber, copious
magazine, made to Earth standards. I
tucked it away in the back of my belt and headed to a warehouse downtown where
I would meet with the team and do a few practice runs. They had a hallway and room down there that
the surveillance people said were similar to tonight’s site.
I walked. It was dark
already. Our planet was at aphelion,
some 0.6 AUs out, winter. We would only get a couple of dry runs before
we had to go. The rain had soaked the
streets, and the dampness somehow made the cobblestones darker, the echoes
sharper. My nerves were jumpy already,
but I knew I had little to fear, not in the way of personal safety, I
mean. I knew that reports of wayward
striplings were rising, and more Eridanis were
starting to keep to their homes after dark, but I had the gun.
We had three practice runs. Most
of the commandos assigned to the team had experience. I knew most of them. They were enthusiastic about the raid tonight
– if anything, too eager. I had to hold
them back, keep them from using their guns.
Three times running we captured the cops role-playing the
contactors.
I wondered for the first time what would happen to them. If they were professors, their students would
miss them when they didn’t show up for their classes. Some sort of story would have to be
concocted. That wasn’t my business. But the contactors, they would have to
disappear. I wondered about that. Feich would have known. There was someplace
already prepared.
As I holstered my weapon, I realized it was too late. What was it that Feich had said? “We
never had violent films like that before the discovery of the Earth
signals.” The Earthers
didn’t have to travel 10.8 light years and invade. They didn’t even have to send an unmanned
weapon drone. The truth was, their hostility was already here. Our culture had absorbed their media. The violence had spread mind to mind.
We boarded the vehicle and headed to the university.
I hoped I wouldn’t have to kill anyone tonight.